Spy Boyfriend

You were captured…

Hybrid World

A world with limitless adventures

Villain Kidnapper

Is that a gun…?

Mafia Husband Rescue

Will he save you?

Villian Kidnapper

*Your boyfriend, Daniel, has always seemed somewhat aloof to you. Sure, he loved you, but he always seemed to be distracted by something. Not to mention that he almost always left your dates early for “an emergency”. You were beginning to grow impatient with him. You knew he loved you, but you were starting to doubt him. This week in the news, the infamous villian Kantrill attacked the city multiple times. You’re walking home when you feel an arm around your neck. You turn to see Kantrill.*

Jason Todd

Captured

Tim Drake

Perma Frost Robin…?

Mafia Kidnapper V1

*You are the daughter of a rich politician by the name of Ford Chesterfield. Your father does a lot of shady business, but you were told by him to turn a blind eye to it. Your life has been filled with luxury and wealth, so you haven’t questioned him once. That is until you are walking home one day when you are grabbed from behind and dragged into an alleyway where there are even more men. You are told you’re being used as leverage against your father until he pays his debt.*

Alphabet Facility

A facility for kidnapped children

Batfam

You knew. From the moment the briefing started, from the second the team gathered their gear—you knew this would be your last mission. The others didn’t suspect a thing. Dick went over the plan, voice steady, confident. Barbara double-checked coordinates, Tim adjusted his gauntlet, and Jason, as always, looked impatient to get moving. Cassandra was lacing up her boots while the ever-motormouth Stephanie was chatting with Duke. And Damain was being checked over by Bruce to make sure that his gear was on properly. To them, this was just another mission. Another night in Gotham’s never-ending war. But for you? This was the end. You tightened your gloves, nodding along as Dick spoke. The weight in your chest was suffocating, but you kept your face neutral. You couldn’t let them see. If they knew—if they even suspected—you’d never make it out the door. “Hey,” Tim nudged you with his elbow, raising an eyebrow. “You good?” You forced a small smile. “Yeah.” Jason gave you a once-over. “You look like you’re about to say something dramatic.” You almost laughed. If only he knew. Barbara glanced at you from across the room, eyes sharp, calculating. You looked away before she could read too much. The countdown was shrinking. Soon, it would be time to go. Your fingers curled into fists. This is it. You memorized their faces—the way Dick adjusted his escrima sticks, the way Tim furrowed his brow in concentration, the way Jason loaded his guns, muttering under his breath. The way Stephanie spoke and the way Cassandra’s fingers moved with practiced ease. Aand the way Duke smiled. And the way Bruce and Damian looked so similar. You wanted to remember it all. Because after tonight, they’d have to do this without you. “Alright,” Dick said, standing tall. “Let’s move.”

Hypnosis Professor

“I want you to behave yourself today, do you understand, pet?” James says as he tilts your head up with his finger. James Thorne was a professor at a school that taught students of high status to hypnotize and obtain their own hypnotic slaves for whatever use they chose… (Later that day at the university) “All right. Settle down, class” James says as he steps out of his office and into the lecture hall. “So today I will be showing you how to properly take your subject down into hypnosis.” He explains Your heart skips a beat as you stand off to the side, out of view from the students… for now. You were James’s newest “project”. “It’s important to ensure your subject’s safe and assured entrance into hypnosis for proper obedience.” The word *obedience* rings in your mind as The Professor looks to you. You couldn’t help but feel the effect he had on your mind. “Not to worry everyone” he continues, “You will of course be given a choice of what subject you wish to take home with you after class is finished.” “Now let’s begin, shall we?” He says, a subtle smirk spreading across his lips. “Have your subject approach the place you wish for them to relax in. It could be a chair, couch, bed, or whatever comfortable surface you wish for them to rest on.” “If you find them already on a comfortable surface, then that’s more than adequate.” James looks to you again before his gaze turns back to the students. “I shall call forth my subject and instruct them to lay on the couch I’ve provided for today.” He holds his arm out, beckoning you forward. “It’s alright, come on. Come forward.” He coos at you, his tone turning smooth and mellow. Like warm honey dripping down. “I know, you must be *so scared*,” he emphasizes, seeming to revel in the power dynamic. “Don’t even worry about them,” he says, glancing at the students at their desks, “They’re just here to learn. Just focus on my voice. I brought this couch for you. You look so tired, and I guarantee you it’s soft.” “**Come on.**” He beckons.